A Quote by Gillian Shields

Don't worry, Evie; my heart isn't broken, only bruised. — © Gillian Shields
Don't worry, Evie; my heart isn't broken, only bruised.
You can't go through life without your heart being bruised or broken. Otherwise, you're not truly, fully, a person.
There is no pain quite like that of a broken heart. But a broken heart is an open heart. When we allow ourselves to be broken, a gentle transformation takes place.
Never worry for fear you have broken a man's heart; at the worst it is only sprained and a week's rest will put it in perfect working condition again.
Every woman deserves a man that can make her heart forget that it was ever broken. Even if these have been broken to pieces to me,this represents a person who gave me a complete,flawless heart. I don't need someone who makes my heart whole. Instead, I need someone who will never let me feel broken. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
I was bruised, but I wasn’t broken.
Evie? Evie! Ouch!" Jack yanked his hand out of mine,shaking it and glaring at me. "I need these fingers later.
In true love there is no heart break. A broken heat means broken demands, broken expectations and broken hopes.
I think your heart needs to be broken, and broken open, at least once to have a heart at all or to have a heart for others.
I've had my heart broken, and it's not fun. But I'd rather have my heart broken than break someone else's heart.
A heart renewed--a loving heart--a penitent and humble heart--a heart broken and contrite, purified by love--that and only that is the rest of men. Spotlessness may do for angels, repentance unto life is the highest that belongs to man.
Broken locks and bruised knees and borrowed lipgloss and rain on the streets
I've never had my heart broken. And I don't want to have my heart broken. I'm afraid of it. Even when I break someone else's heart, I'm really upset about it. And I'm not even feeling half of what they are.
A broken heart is not the same as sadness. Sadness occurs when the heart is stone cold and lifeless. On the contrary, there is an unbelievable amount of vitality in a broken heart.
But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.
The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.
To be a spiritual warrior, one must have a broken heart; without a broken heart and the sense of tenderness and vulnerability, your warriorship is untrustworthy.
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